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Rockwell, Carey, [pseud.]

"Stand by for Mars!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen a--a--"
Tom and Roger laughed.
"A what?" teased Tom.
"A--a--girl," sputtered Astro, blushing.
"I don't believe it," said Roger in mock surprise. "I never--"
"Come on," interrupted Tom. "Time to get aboard."
They hurried across the platform and entered the sleek car. Inside they
found seats together and sank into the luxurious chairs.
Astro sighed gently, stretched out his long legs and closed his eyes
blissfully for a few moments.
"Don't wake me till we get started," he said.
"We already have," returned Tom. "Take a look."
Astro's eyes popped open. He glanced through the clear crystal glass at
the rapidly moving landscape.
"These express jobs move on supercushioned ball bearings," explained
Tom. "You can't even feel it when you pull out of the station."
"Blast my jets!" marveled Astro. "I'd sure like to take a look at the
power unit on this baby."
"Even on a vacation, all this guy can think about is power!" grumbled
Roger.
"How about building up our own power," suggested Tom. "It's a long haul
to Atom City. Let's get a bite to eat."
"O.K. with me, spaceboy!" Astro grinned. "I could swallow a whole
steer!"
"That's a great idea, cadet," said a voice from behind them.
It came from a gray-haired man, neatly dressed in the black one-piece
stylon suit currently in fashion, and with a wide red sash around his
waist.


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